Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1887-11-10
A DAY IN NEW YORK.
A NOVEL EXPERIENCE.

ham sandwich, which, though soied an,
upprred with day before yesterdays roll
and venecred with mustard of singular fc
rocity, had been To him as modern mann:
in the great wilderness of New York. JUS
from Chicago, he had on the train, beeI
robbed of his satchel and purse, and was
now penniless in strange city, knowing
absolutely no one \ member of his fImi
~, who had intended travelling with him
was detained, and would not arrive until
the following evening. He had no jewelry
but lac was we'll dressed, well read, and Z
student of human nature
"Too proud 10 beg, too honest 10 steal,
He must have "A bed, lac must have a meal. y
This is certainly IN experience he muir
mnred, rs in the pleasant summer night, ht
sauntcred under the electric lights that gem
med Madison Square and one that would
have made Mark Taplry howl with hilar-
ity. IN see for the next twenty -four hours
what audacity, dress and address can do III
the big metropolis Down Broadway, past
the Fifth Avenue Hotel, the mammoth
transparency and the electric clock which
never went, down past the hotel where
Bartholdi should have stopped and didn't
down opposite the photographers window,
where stage kings and queens elbowed the
real article, whose chances for continuous
royalty seem almost as ephemeral and Sc
10 the Union Square. The park looked
calm and beautiful
The Lochinvar from Chicago selected an
empty bench, and sat down. Little squads
of people in twos and threes moved past
him rapidly, mostly upward bonnd, a
couple paused opposite him, irresolute.
Let's sit down moment, Jack, I'm
tired. Why didn't we ride p
Cant afford it,
'Humph If we hadn't walked you
wouldn't have lent that man that quarter.
The lady was petite, stylish in appearance,
with diamond earrings, a tailor-made suit,
and a French bonnet perchcd upon suspi-
ciously blonde hair. Her companion was
tall, black haired, smooth faced, gloomy, and
wore "A check suit and tall white hat.
Theatrical people who had been 10 see a
new play, undoubtedly.
Jack, what do you think of the play p
| no Good
That climax of the second act was pretty
good
stolen bodily from seven different sour
ces {"
We ought 10 have played those two lead
ing parts Jack
| oh they'll have 20 send for MS yet. If
they don't, I'll give the play just two
weeks He rummaged in his pockets and
pulled ont purse aud some memorandum
books, from one of which a lit of paper
iuttgrei, unnotired Ia the ground. by
Jove, Jennie. I've forgotten my kry.-Nu.II
have 10 ride after all And, hailing one of
the bad bargains of Jacob Sharp, they were
whirled away.
The piece of paper attracted the Chicago
wanderers attention. He picked il up and
read Opera House, account Of Mr.
-. Admit two. Matinee, Saturday,
june Perhaps they may return for
it, he thought, and slipped it in his pocket.
This is really sylvan, murmured his impe
! cunioSity, rs he inserted his LEGS beneath
| the bars Of the bench and reclined at full
| length, with the added merit of cost moth
| ing. \ man might spend a summer night
10 worse advantage under the cool shadows
OF the trees, and with the softened sound of
the car bells to remind him of Gray's
dreamy Arcadia. where drowsy tinklings
lull the distant folds.
| But he was mistaken.
Gradually he nodded, and at length he
slept, and dreamed-dreamcd that he was a
| prisoner in thihcourt of the Turkish Sultan,
who was just ordering him to be bastina-
doed for daring 10 introduce base ball into
the royal harem. Heavens He was seized
10y four monstrous eunuchs, and thrown
upon his back, while his bare feet were held
soles upward. Whack, whack, whack
There was something strangely realistic
about this dream
Whack, whack, whack He writhed in
torture, turned 10 the eunuchs TO protest,
and awokc. Whack, whack, whack I!
'Givan out o. this = The accent was more
suggestive of Cork than Constantinople.
Heavens he was wide awake, and gray
coated park policeman was banging away
at the soles of his feet, endeavoring TO tele-
scope him with club. Here, here What
are you doing p It required some serpen-
tine turnings and twistings to release him.
self from his iron CASING but at last he
stood upright, boiling with indignation.
What do you mean, you scoundrcl, by as
saulting one in that way p
The copper swung his club in the mad
dcuiug suggestive manner of his kind, rs
he replica but in tone less harsh 1T
was bit dark, sir, an / didn't recognize
We for gintleman.'
mo, and nobody would ever recognize
you for one
.Aisy, now, aisy, or I'll run ye in
A night in the station house That
would indeed solve the difficulty regarding
| free lodgings, but not satisfactorily.
I'll report you in the morning.
Now, don't ye give me no back talk.
You've got no influence. You're no New
Yorker
How do you know that -
D'ye think "A New Yorker ii dare call n
policeman n scoundrel Go on, now, be-
fore hurt ye. a push facilitated the Chi
cago mans departure. He felt a terrible
sense of humiliation as he walked slowly
with aching feet down Fourth avenue to its
outlet-'The Land of the Midnight sun
That land is surely the Bowery. Music,
bar-room, noisy and beery revelers, fruit
stands lit by smoking torches, electric and
incandescent lights by thousands, punctua-
ted here and there with gaudy glass lamps,
brilliantly illuminated and displaying ant
names and low sounding prices Beds, %
cents single rooms,3 80 cents gents only.
No, none of these, even if he had the